Band

Chapter 2

When they heard the door open, Dan and Lars sprung apart. I just stared at them for what seemed like hours. Looking between Lars' confused face, and Dan's confused one.

"I….. I just came to get my….. My hockey bag….." I eventually spit out. I reached down and grabbed it and almost ran out of the house.

As I reached the car, I heard footsteps behind me. I threw my bag in the car and slammed the door shut before turning around and facing my pursuer.

It was Lars.

"What do you want?" I said angrily.

"Mattie….." He began before I interrupted him.

"Do not call me that. Not after what you just did."

"Matthew…." He began again. "I'm so sorry, I never meant for this to happen." He held out his arms as if to wrap them around me in comfort.

"Don't touch me or I'll beat you with my hockey stick."

That made him take a step back.

I sighed. "You can still be in the band. For now. But our relationship is over."

With this I got in the car and drove off.

That night, I couldn't sleep. All I could do was cry into my pillow. So that's all I did. All night long.

~~~~*PruCan!*~~~~

The next morning I awoke to the smell of pancakes. That could mean two things. Either Papa had heard me crying last night, or Gilbert was here demanding them.

Quite possibly both.

I got out of bed and stretched. My head was pounding slightly because of the crying and lack of sleep. My eyes were red and puffy, but I went downstairs anyway.

It turned out I was right, on both accounts, since the albino was sitting at the kitchen table and as soon as Francis saw me, he stopped cooking and hugged me tightly.

"Mon cher, what's the matter?" He asked.

"Lars" was the only thing I was able to choke out as I squeezed him back.

That made him pull back a little. "What did he do to you?"

"He cheated on me"

"He did what?" Gilbert yelled as he stood up from the table. "Matt, if he ever comes near you again, I swear I'll kill him."

"It's okay Gil, I already told him that if he ever touched me again I'd beat him with my hockey stick."

"Then why do you still look sad?" Papa asked. "Normally when someone's wronged you, you feel better after threatening them with your hockey stick."

"Because I haven't told you the worst part"

"What could be worse?"

"It was Dan. He cheated on me with Dan."

"Dan? As in your cousin? But I thought he was still in Australia?"

"That's what I thought too, but apparently not"

At that moment the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it" I said and went to the front door. Before I opened it I grabbed my hockey stick out of the bag I had left in the hall. Just in case it was a certain person he did not want to see.

When I opened the door, Dan had barely enough time to open his mouth before I shut the door in his face.

I calmly walked back into the kitchen.

"Who was that?" Francis asked.

"No one. No one at all."

The doorbell rang again and this time Papa went off to get it. I took over making the pancakes.

A little while later, Francis came back into the kitchen, followed by my cousin. I ignored the later and just kept cooking.

"Matthieu?"

"Oui, Papa?" I asked without looking up.

"Your cousin has something he would like to say to you."

Reluctantly, I gave the spatula back to my Papa. Walking into the living room, Dan was right behind me.

"Matt, I'm so sorry. I had no idea that cheating bastard even knew you. If I had known, you have to believe I never would have done that. Please forgive me?"

I hugged him. "I forgive you. It wasn't your fault you didn't know he was a cheating bastard."

"Thanks, Matt"

"So what are you doing here? Last I heard you were still in Australia."

"I came to visit for your birthday."

"My birthday? But that's still a week away."

"Okay, so I wanted to spend a week with my favorite cousin before his birthday. I just wished I hadn't ruined it by breaking you up with your boyfriend."

"That's not your fault. The bastard probably would have cheated on me with someone else eventually. I just wish it hadn't been you."

"So why are you keeping him in the band?"

"First, he's the one that started it, and second, the only other drummer I know is in a different band."

"Oh, that sucks."

"Yeah, it does."

"So are you performing again tonight?"

"Yeah, we are, two bands after Awesome."

"Then how's this? I'll watch your band play then take you out for drinks afterwards. To make up for my unintentional shitty behavior."

"As long as everyone from mine and Papa's band are invited. Except Lars, of course."

"Of course"

I grinned and hugged Dan again.

~~~~*PruCan*~~~~

That night, they did go drinking at a club called Danish Beats, owned by a guy from Denmark that Dan knows.

I was having an okay time at the club. Sitting next to me at the table we had snagged in the back was Antonio, who only had a glass of soda since he was the designated driver for the night. On my other side sat Gilbert.

Leaning back in my seat I sipped my bear and listened to the music being played over the club's speakers. I suddenly felt a hand on top of my own on the table. Looking up, I saw Gilbert gently tugging me toward the dance floor.

"Dance with me?" He asked.

I blushed. "S-sure"

As I was pulled to the dance floor, I realized I knew the song that had just started, so I sang along.

When we reached the center of the floor cleared away of tables, Gil started to dance. I followed suit, feeling the beat throughout my entire body as I continued to sing.

The song ended and the silver haired man in front of me leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Did I ever tell you, you have a beautiful voice?"

I blushed deeply.

"Y-you think so?"

"Of course I do"

He took my chin in his hand then and slowly brought our lips together.

~~~~*PruCan!*~~~~

The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back with Gilbert sucking on my neck.